In Paris, as she shrank from meeting possible acquaintances, he found her a furnished _appartement_ in the Boulevard Raspail, while he perched in a little hotel close by.

The finding of the _appartement_ was an illustration of his newly invented, optimistic theory of getting things done.
He came back to the hotel where he had provisionally lodged her and informed her of his discovery.

She naturally asked him how he had found it.
"A soldier told me," he said.
"A soldier ?" "Yes.

He had great baggy red trousers and a sash around his waist and a short blue jacket braided with red and a fez with a tassel and a shaven head.

He saved me from being run over by a cab." Emmy shivered.